Why Is It Possible For This Type Of A To Also Have An O?

    A week later, Lin Baizhou finally contacted him. As soon as the call was connected, the other party asked directly, "How else can I prove it."

    The next day, Jiang Yunshu came to Lin Baizhou's alma mater, Huachuan University, which was also the school he wanted to take the exam.

    "You still want to take the postgraduate entrance examination? Come here?" Lin Baizhou hesitated.

    Jiang Yunshu calmly said: "Well."

    After a series of disinfection and operations, the two pushed open the door of the dissection room, and in an environment with high relative humidity, a corpse lay quietly on the laboratory table.

    However, medical students will not call them corpses, because in their eyes, these corpses are silent teachers, commonly known as general teachers.

      great way.

    "Is this a donor?" Jiang Yunshu asked.

    "Yes," said Lin Baizhou, "I was a nurse during his lifetime."

    Jiang Yunshu nodded, took a few steps back, bowed deeply to the nurse, and then calmly put on his gloves.

    Lin Baizhou looked complicated, his fists clenched unconsciously, from beginning to end, he was observing Jiang Yunshu's reaction, from the proficiency in disinfection at the beginning, to seeing the general teacher without any fear or fear His expression was solemn and respectful, and in the end, when it came to bowing, he deliberately didn't say anything, didn't remind him anything, just to test Jiang Yunshu.

      Or bow.

    Before Lin Baizhou came back to his senses, he caught a glimpse of a cold light on the scalpel in Jiang Yunshu's hand, he hurriedly said: "This is the general teacher of the students, we are only allowed to dissect one organ ."

    This is the default Jiang Yunshu will dissect.

    "It doesn't matter, it's enough," Jiang Yunshu gently pressed the teacher's lung, which had a large scar, "Then I'll start, Dr. Lin."

    Lin Baizhou still has to be tougher: "Hey, you won't say it now, don't hurt the teacher!"

    What responded to him was the scalpel Jiang Yunshu had decisively sunk into the position of the teacher's lungs.

    Lin Baizhou wore a mask and stood aside. As time passed, his expression became more and more shocked. His pupils reflected Jiang Yunshu's highly concentrated expression. strength, but this is not the most important thing. The most important thing is that the latter's unsteady hand is definitely a stable hand that cannot be practiced in a short time. It needs to be practiced and trained day by day and day after day. .

    But he also clearly asked someone to check Jiang Yunsu's information. This guy has been doing design work before the accident!

    Jiang Yunshu observed the dissected lungs unchanged, opening the mouth: "There is a large tertiary incision in the lungs, the age of the lung organs does not match the age of the patient, and the alveoli , The capillaries connected to the trachea have not fully recovered. I guess this teacher of general surgery had a lung transplant not long before his death, and there was tissue fibrosis around the lungs..."

    Jiang Yunshu frowned, "But my major is not respiratory department, so I don't dare to draw conclusions about the cause."

    "...Fuck." Lin Baizhou's major is not here, but most of Jiang Yunshu's descriptions are completely correct!

    The laboratory was as quiet as if it had been pulled out of the air. The teacher's skin was generally dark gray, quietly announcing the existence. Jiang Yunshu still had a scalpel in his hand, and was motionless looking at him.

    In the current environment, Lin, a staunch materialist, Bai, has never been afraid of ghosts, and suddenly felt that this is too weird.

    His back was hairy, his face changed greatly, he quickly stepped back, and pointed at Jiang Yunshu: "You, you, are you a human or a ghost!"

    Jiang Yunshu put down the scalpel, and there was a soft sound from the metal collision, he said helplessly: "Thank you for being a doctor, but you are a theist..." Halfway through, he silently shut up, his current The situation does not seem to be qualified to complain about Lin Baizhou.

    Jiang Yunshu changed his mouth: "I used to be an atheist too."

    "Fuck," Lin Baizhou always felt a gust of wind behind him, he rubbed his arms, "Go out, go out and talk!"

    "The teacher hasn't..."

    Lin Baizhuo roared: "There will be a teacher later! Hurry up!"

    "It's too loud," Jiang Yunshu said, "it's disturbing the general teacher."

    On the road with students coming and going, Lin Baizhou breathed a sigh of relief, he looked at the tall figure on the left several times, and then said sullenly and reluctantly: "… What is your major?"

    "Oncology surgery," Jiang Yunshu said, "If you still don't believe it, you can ask the professor of oncology at the school and ask the professor to ask questions in person."

    In fact, Lin Baizhou already believed it in his subconscious, but he couldn't help but said: "I don't know the oncology teacher!"

    Jiang Yunshu is also selfish when he says this. As an adult, he has long known the importance of interpersonal relationships. He just wanted to take this opportunity to get to know the oncologist of this university, so that he can study and apply for a job in the future. The road is helpful, he said: "You can contact your teacher, let your teacher..."

    "Shut up!" Lin Baizhou couldn't bear it any longer, "Who would trouble others like you!"

    "I didn't bother you," Jiang Yunshu calmly shot back, "Did you forget that you asked me 'how to prove'? I'm just responding to your needs."

    Lin Baidi took a few deep breaths and walked a few steps faster, fearing that if he didn't get too far away, he would not be able to bear and beat him up again, thinking of this, he paused and turned his head, "So , when we first met, wasn't I the original Jiang Yunsu?"

    "Well," Jiang Yunshu stood still and stretched out his hand, "Re-introduce, my name is Jiang Yunshu, a book businessman."

    Lin Baizhou looked constipated.

    Jiang Yunshu's hand still stopped there and did not take it back.

    When it was so long that even the students who passed by stopped to look at it, Lin Baizhou finally sighed and held it up, "Lin Baizhou, I'm sorry I hit you last time. ."

    The two walked side by side to the parking lot, Jiang Yunshu opened the car door, and politely said: "I wonder if Dr. Lin can appreciate his face and eat a meal, I still have something to ask for."

    "...Speak normally." Lin Baizhou pulled the co-pilot away and sat in.

    Lin Baizhou's cheeks were still stuffed with chicken that he didn't swallow. After listening to Jiang Yunshu's two worlds, his face was broken and collapsed.

    "Swallow things first." Jiang Yunshu's tone was indifferent.

    Lin Baizhou always felt disgusted, but at this moment he didn't have time to care, "So you told me because of my face?!"

    Jiang Yunshu shook his head, "No, I want to take advantage of... Please one thing."

    "Hey," said Lin Baizhou, "it's useless to please me all of a sudden."

    Jiang Yunshu put down the chopsticks, looked at Lin Baizhou and said seriously: "I want to trouble you to tell my omega that I have lost my memory forever."

    "Are you asking me to lie?" Lin Baizhou became serious when he heard the words, "But why don't you tell your omega facts directly?"

    "I can't tell him directly," Jiang Yunshu said, "He has severe post-traumatic stress disorder to the original owner, even if I tell him, he will only think that I am playing a prank, I'm torturing him in a new way. Although the situation looks better now, I can't say it anymore, for fear that it will be destroyed and cause more serious damage to him."

    Lin Baizhou thoughtfully, agreed: "It makes sense."

    Jiang Yunshu said: "In short, when his condition is stable, I will confess to him."

    "Fuck," Lin Baizhou chewed the chicken breast fiercely, "If you think about it this way, you're pretty unlucky too, poor little one.

    Jiang Yunshu was stunned for a while, then shook his head and smiled, "No, on the contrary, I think I am very lucky."

    "Huh?"

    From the side, Jiang Yunshu's sharp jawline softened, and his eyebrows and eyes were slightly curved, "I am very fortunate that it is better to come here than to go to a happy environment, because it can save sugar. The same is true. If there are two worlds for me to choose, I can save 10 people in the first world, and I can save 1 person in the second world, even if the conditions and circumstances are ten times harsher, I will choose the former without hesitation.”